My husband had been in college for over a decade when he proposed that he open an artisan spirits distillery with his partner, a post doc in the same molecular biology lab. I was in no position to argue with him, having gone through a bad spell in the marriage recently and, truth be told, my gut told me that this was a far better fit than our family being attached to corporate America or another year tethered to university life. We were the same people who were slowly becoming comfortable with each other partly by learning to make soap together and playing Journey songs at our daughter. He was a homebrewer and wine maker. He applied his knowledge in biology and chemistry to almost everything we were getting our hands into and the creation of spirits was a cocktail of that knowledge applied to grains and yeasts and all of the other parts that I have yet to understand but am sincerely trying.
So instead of yelling, "Forget it! Ten years of poverty for this!" I said, "Of course." And despite the fear of what my family is going to do to us when the molecular biologist defends his thesis and then walks away from it, I have seen the business plan, begun my education of life in the artisan distillery industry and am certain that we will be happier and wealthier in the end.
This is our story. It will have a happy ending if it kills me.
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